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A/N: Yeah, I know. I just updated, but hey, I've got the update, why not put it up? I'm a writing machine tonight! ;) Hopefully will be updating more of my stories tonight too. :) Enjoy!

Over the next twenty-five minutes a worried Matt Hardy worked diligently to get out of his house and on the road for a somewhat long ride to Georgia. He wasn't sure how long he'd be there and he didn't know what to bring with him. Jeff and Beth were away too, so he'd have to bring Lucas along. (As if he'd be leaving little Lucas with Shannon to fend for himself against the likes of much bigger Oz). Finally, Matt packed a couple shirts and pants, grabbed some money and rushed out the door to his car.

He was on the way to Atlanta in less than an hour his phone call with Amy.

But in Atlanta, Amy was growing restless. Her mind kept wandering and the tears would not stop falling. She cursed herself for being such a weakling and a crybaby. Would Shane want her to cry? No, he'd still probably want to kill her. It was her fault, which was what Matt did not know. The reason why she hated herself then and how horrible she was.

Loyalty now was pinning her, something that did not seem average for Amy. She sighed bitterly, looking to a somewhat well known imagine of Shane and herself in the studio.

She had to get out of there! Shane's presence was all over the house. It drowned inside her, making it hard for her to breath. She had to get out, she needed to be away. Matt couldn't help her as hard as he tried. You can't help a person when you're the root of the problem.

"That's it," Amy murmured ever-so softly, kicking off her sheets and heading to her and Shane's room. How long had she been sitting on that couch? The last time she saw the clock was when she was on the phone with Matt. It was five-thirty then. How late was it? Amy walked over to where her cell phone lay and nearly fainted on how long she'd lay in her subconscious state. It was almost twelve!

Amy nodded, knowing Matt would be there soon. She had to get out of there. As quickly as she could, she threw a comb through her hair, slipped on some better clothes and shoes and grabbed her bag, running to the door.

Only Matt was there to meet her when she opened it. Just the mere sight of him made her jaw drop and guilt fill her body. There was her ex whom, out of everyone she knew who too knew about the accident, was the one standing before her. She was just going to leave him there to wonder about her whereabouts.

"Matt…" Amy gasped slowly.

Matt was surprised. Why was her bag in her hands? Were they going somewhere? He then narrowed his eyes. She was trying to escape, maybe. "Amy," Matt stated back, shaking his head. "What are you doing?"

She cracked right before him, eyes welling with the bitter, salty liquid. "Oh Matt," she murmured. "I can't take this."

Matt incased her quickly into a hug, letting her bury her pretty little face into his chest, holding her tightly. She wept bitterly, her body shaking. Amy Dumas was having a breakdown.

"Come sit down then," Matt whispered softly, picking her up while closing the door behind him. He set his bag down on the floor, looking to Lucas in the car. "I'll be right back."

She watched him fearfully as he went back out to his car. Matt came back in, little Lucas in his arms. The brunette let him down carefully, while the dog's curiosity began to mount. He sniffed his way over to Amy, who smiled softly at the canine.

"You brought Lucas." Amy looked up to a smiling Matt who only nodded. The dog looked at Amy, as if he wasn't sure if she was safe, and then jumped onto the couch. Normally, Matt would have scolded the terrier, but there was a brief look of happiness on her face.

Matt cleared his throat. "Jeff and Beth are away. Never trust a reject with a pit-bull." Amy looked at Matt with a confused expression, as she didn't get the joke. "Shannon's dog and Lucas don't get along."

Amy nodded. "Well, I'm glad you brought him." Matt took this as a good sign. Amy was talking and for that moment, it seemed like hope to Matt. He sat down next to her, Lucas coming over instinctively to his owner. "He's gotten so big."

"Yeah." Matt looked to Amy. "How are you holding up? You seem better than on the phone…"

Amy sighed, the look of pure heartbreak returning to her face while she petted Lucas. "I'm a mess."

Matt almost wanted to say 'I know' but figured that would not be a good statement to say. "You'll be better. Grieving will not last forever."

Amy sighed once more, looking to Matt. "It does when Shane's death was my fault."

Matt shook his head. "You can't blame yourself for that."

Amy shook her head too. "Actually, I can. Because it really was my fault." She began to sob again and Matt quickly wiped her tears away, hugging her body close to him. The jolts of electricity he had to ignore. If only he knew that Amy was feeling the same thing, only she hated the feeling. It was its fault in the first place.

"I don't believe that." Matt looked at her, stroking her back. There eyes were locked in a gaze which not even the most beautiful sight in the world could break. Before he could stop himself and for a reason he did not know, he kissed her.

And when I'm sinkin' like stone
Thinking I'm in this all alone
I reach for you
You redeem me
When I lose faith
When I lose ground
And everything, oh, comes crashing down
You raise me up
You lift me up
You give me love
You redeem me
When I'm out standing on the ledge
You pull me right back back from the edge
You take me in with just a look
With just a touch
You redeem me

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